Who are you?

I see you. I know who you are.

Alabaster skin, porcelain pure white, glistening, sparkling, moving slowly in the time/space continuum. 

I can see you.

From the beginning of the beginning something bubbling in the green primordial life force, I see clearly who you are.  Like limbs growing, reaching for the bluest of blue skies, I see the brightest of white light leading down to lush green pastures. A place to finally slumber softly as molecule-by-molecule new skin saunters forth.

I feel who you are. 

I came to you on bended knees.  

My red crimson blood flowing, moving, dancing.  

Hot waves of passion raced up and down my iridescence body. 

I knew you could see the man was I meant to be. 

I laid my heart wide-open; my dim-lit soul released memories of a cold, dark past.  I took a deep breath and relaxed.  You took me in your celestial arms and cradled me like a baby, sweetly whispering I will always have your back.

Like a new sun radiating solar flares on a golden wheat field, you enveloped me, no you caressed my soul with loving entwining, genetic imprints as my soul split opened and gave birth to a shiny happy, imperfect man. 

I felt love. I saw love.  I tasted love. I became love.  We had become one. I became you and you became me. I took your outreached arms and surrendered my life to your loving embrace. My heart grew wings and blissfully took flight. I silently cried swollen grateful tears of happiness.  I had been denying who I am for a very long time, a loving man for all time. 

I am here.  I am now.  I am present.  I am a magnificent being of the stars and skies.  I have arrived.  I am the luckiest man alive.